Master, what is the Pink Cherry?”
Xiang Yu settled onto the couch, feeling the familiar weight of Lian and Mei as they squeezed in on either side of him. He couldn't help but tease, "As big as this couch is, the both of you chose to squeeze me into this tiny space."
Mei pouted playfully. "Master, it's all your fault."
Lian chimed in, her voice filled with mock indignation. "Yes, you always leave us scared half to death."
Xiang Yu chuckled a warm sound that filled the room. "Didn't the Divine Emperor tell you that I am fine? You like worrying too much."
Lian crossed her arms over her chest, her expression defiant. "That old man is so mean to Master. Who would believe him?"
Far away, the Divine Emperor felt his teeth itch at the slander. How was he mean to Xiang Yu? All he had done was tell him to stay away from his son. What good could come out of that relationship?